Fleeting era;
Blossom of humanity;
I caught you by the tail,
And now you’re slipping out of my hand.

As we pack ourselves tighter in;
As we close the gaps with our wondrous tools;
We lose our colour,
And melt together.

Tolerance, gift of our violence.
You paint our faces all the same.
I cannot deny your higher road.
I cannot deny my head is turned,
While being driven on with the rest of us.

Like an arrow through a vacuum we fly.
feeling the oscillation of the shaft,
looking down its length at one moment,
and not being able to see over the curve the next.

Pointing at the flex from our momentary vantage.
as if we or they were responsible,
and not the bow
that fired us long long ago.

I’m a hypocrite,
I’m full of
Wit?
I’m harmless
But I’m proud,
So I won’t sell my lemonade
To a whisky-drinking crowd.
For those who order
Sweet ice tea -
I say let them drink!
But New Yorkers drink Long Islands
And are more like me, I think.
I know I’m not an Atheist
But me and God don’t talk.
I think he built his watches
And then went for a walk. (4)
The armies go on fighting
Until the reaper wins
Or Armageddon’s curtain falls
Before Act III of the play begins.
The question asked by Hamlet
So many years ago
Today still asked by many,
Still the answer we can’t know:
“To be or not to be?” he asked.
To suffer or to die?  And
“Shuffle off this mortal coil”
Leave our loved ones here to cry.
There is beauty all around us
Inside us too, if we but look.
Though we might not like every cake
We can’t crucify the cook.
So eat when you are hungry
And drink when parched and dry.
Live life, for life’s worth living,
You’ll have eternity to die.
Phil Lindsey 6/2/15

There's destruction in the air..
Coming from my fingertips and landing on a blade
Only, the blade is a pill, and no it's not just one
10, 9, 8
Just sit and wait
7, 6, 5
**** I'm still alive
4, 3, 2
Guess I won't be making this one through

How can I forget thee?
How can I write?
Memories written on an iceberg,
Cool drink taken, shaken and not stirred.

How can this moment be here and then let gone why?
How sleep sweet surrender with no other visiting pilgrimage in sight,
How when never at this moment right here with me tonight!

Tear my heart out,
Pull on those strings,
No waving arm when she leaves and it fills,
No sunshine,
No border line that had been straight that ease that be line define difficult,
Mean swabs of a tongue undresses me,
Confessed me of how no more on a blustery old day.

Not to be revered but to be inspired,
Not to live as in bluster not to fly or forget at all,
but to inspire us all,
Earth O'hallows them and me to be or not to be?


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